These Four Walls Of Farnworth Are Closin’ In On Me My Final Meal Is Over They’re Gonna To Set Me Free I Can Feel The Fires A Burnin’ As The Devil Guards My Door I Hit My Knees In Search Of Jesus On A Cold Jailhouse Floor Lord Now I’m Singin’ Get Me Out Of..
I’ve, i’ve been gone, i’ve been gone too long singin’ my songs on the road, another town one more show then i’m coming home don’t give a damn what these keys are for i’m gonna knock down that front door and i’m gonna find out what that house is made of been too many nights..
I Wear A Greasy Ball Cap I Like My Shirt Untucked I Spend Saturdays Working On My Truck I Don’t Like To Fight But I Ain’t Scared To Bleed Most Don’t Mess With A Guy Like Me Guys Like Me Drink To Many Beers On Friday After Work Our Best Blue Jeans Have Skoal Rings..
She Grew Up On A Side Of The Road Where The Church Bells Ring And Strong Love Grows She Grew Up Good She Grew Up Slow Like American Honey Steady As A Preacher Free As A Weed Couldn’t Wait To Get Goin’ But Wasn’t Quite Ready To Leave So Innocent, Pure And Sweet American Honey..